…still waitin’. (…sigh.)

It’s raining today, and I’m waitin’ for the sewing machine fella to call…I get my sewing machine either today or tomorrow…waitin’…waitin’. I spent this morning trying to find a spool of thread. I read a post Lee Miller made about thread on the bootmaking forum. He mentioned a place called, Saderma. I called them, and they have a 1-800 number (1-800-843-8851) and a warehouse near me, in San Leandro. I took a trip over there this morning. I bought a 1 oz. spool of thread and a big horse-hair brush. The thread looks too heavy to me, but I got a spool just to goof around with….it was the first time anyone ever asked me for my resale number. Saderma had all the stuff I wouldn’t want to pay shipping on….brushes, heel caps, and big cans of cement, that kind of stuff. They supply all the local shoe repair places, I guess.

Friday…next Friday I get my sewing machine delivered, roller foot, table et al….and I get it carried up the five or six steps up to the house. My roommate gave me her office. We moved her desk and files and piles into the dining room, that’s where I usta have my “office.” I have some rubber heel caps I won as a raffle prize at Brownwood last year. I think I might put them under the feet of the Singer so I don’t wreck the wood floors. Today I remembered I don’t have any thread or needles…gotta get some.

It’s Friday. Today is “boot day”…I’m at home doing “boot stuff.” I think I found myself a sewing machine, a 31-20…from a guy in Emeryville, not far from my house. He wants $400. He has to put it together, sounds like he’s got himself a Singer pick-n-pull…heads in the warehouse, roller feet in the parts bin. I might get it here in the house by the end of next week. C.T. Chappell (Saint Jo, TX) had some machines, but neither one of us was too excited about the shipping. Maybe I can practice stitching on my next boot day. Today, I’m gonna work on updating my webpage. I’m working on a feature which is a bit complicated…lots of photos, html links, and some frames.

Last night I went to see Dwight Yoakam perform. He was wearing those infamous TIGHT pants. They leave nothing to the imagination …you could see (ahem) everything …the height of the man’s boot tops..the shape of his inlays*…the works!

*…oh, they were playing cards.